Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.